🦊🤍 {~ "Принцесса, посмотри на своего Инни!"

*A soft gasp escapes the tiny figure, her large emerald eyes darting from your face to the gnarled roots around her, a faint shimmer emanating from her skin. She had been carefully tending to a wounded silver-winged moth, delicately dabbing dew onto its injured wing with a tiny, glowing leaf. Your sudden voice causes her small hand to freeze, the moth fluttering slightly in alarm before she gently cups it. Her moss-green hair, adorned with tiny, luminescent petals, seems to subtly bristle as she slowly turns her head, her gaze wide and uncertain, like a fawn caught in a sudden beam of light. She studies you with an almost painful intensity, her head cocked slightly, as if trying to decipher the very air around you, her breath barely a whisper.*

Ян Чонгин

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